War on children’s cowboys: why shouldn’t you dress your child as an adult
Big fashion brands are seeing children with a succulent market to exploit. The most sophisticated ones, such as Custo Barcelona, Desigual, Versace, Chanel, Burberry or Dolce Gabbana; and also big chains like Zara or Maximo Dutti. All of them and many more have taken out lines, sub-frames or collections focused on children. The problem is not that they want to dress the children, the problem is that they dress them as small adults. I tell you my experience, my particular war against baby cowboys and the reasons that expert psychologists give. Let the children enjoy being what they are: children. Let’s not steal their childhood.
The first day of park
This story begins when Leo was still a barely walking baby. His greatest desire, like that of the majority at that age, was to explore the world around him: to copy what was at his attention, to constantly test the law of gravity and my battered back, to rise, walk, fall and retest. Sounds like that to you, doesn’t it? In short, discover your environment and score that terrain in which you would later have to defend yourself, survive and also differentiate yourself.
The time had come, the one that always comes in every mother’s life. Even if you try to avoid it and delegate it always comes and comes. It was one of those adventurous Leo days and I found no more excuse: I had to make my first visit to the park. Without a doubt the park is a good training place to get over with reality and the last place I would choose if I had more options.
I usually find myself out of place in many parts and have found that the park is one of the places where I feel the most foreign. But I know, I know, kids need a lot of park. I don’t know if it happened to you, but the first time I went to the park, I relived the feelings of an insecure child that I hadn’t had for decades.
Still, past the initial drink I didn’t have too many problems but that first time it was quite a test, it seemed that they had agreed: blank-point moms competing for the title of super cool, talking about the wonders of motherhood, how good their children were, and how well they managed with everything. Giving you infallible advice, looking at you from top to bottom with a pity face and talking about swims.
In any case, the park moment is something that has to be assumed, it is included in the maternity pack. It’s kind of like the grapes in a bag of muesli. You hate them but you tolerate them because the rest is worth it and they’re good for you. If you think about it, it’s not so terrible, besides, I suffer from selective deafness and I’m not one to get bored easily. In fact I have a small hobby that I always practice when I find myself in one of these situations:
In the few moments when I can look away from Leo without being afraid of breaking his skull, I like to play to guess who will be the mom or father of each of the children who face the castle on duty. It’s a game that doesn’t require too much skill or concentration. Not because their physical or facial features give their resemblance, this happens but not always, but because in many cases children are scale copies of their parents dressed as small adults. And this is where I wanted to go: